Mountain Wind is the nickname of cobra, and iron-blocked silver is a kind of Tibetan mastiff. Both of them have very appropriate nicknames.

"What tools do you have to do the crime?"

"Don't say that the crime is so ugly, we are at work, do you know? Go to work!" As soon as the rattlesnake finished screaming, he was shocked to find that his nose had another intimate contact with the sycamore tree.

"You have to always remember your identity, young man." Lao Liao had no choice but to warn again.

The Rattlesnake said embarrassedly: "When work at night, lighting is the most important. We usually use solid-state strong light explosion-proof flashlights, suitable for oil fields, mines, electricity, underwater and theft. There are also steel claws and wire ropes, which are used to climb over high walls, with high load bearing and are very useful; multi-functional tactical knives are used to cut things and self-defense, and pry the wire. If you touch a locked door, it will be much easier to deal with. The most important thing is these. Others need to be made in detail based on the workplace. For example, when the Yuzishan Art Museum, we used a glass knife, but he installed tempered glass, which took a lot of effort, and there were steel pliers and screwdrivers that exposed the alarm device."

"Oh, it doesn't look like a big deal. Do you have a complete set of tools in your car? Lend me to use it for a day."

Brother Bing said that even if he wanted his wife, he had to serve her with her. He had already accumulated virtue in his previous life, so he blamed that Tao Delin, the bastard in Heilongtang, for saying nothing about breaking up the Speeding Party. Now everyone has seen the fate, and I am still tired, and I am really poisonous.

Open the trunk of the Mercedes-Benz and put up a box. The movement was quick, and I was afraid that the wallet was not so clean when using tweezers to clamp it. I invited the soldier to sit in the car and opened it carefully, which was quite like offering treasures. The two sets of black tights were cut with unknown fabrics. It is said that they have waterproof effects. If you need to drill the sewer, you can carry it for a while. The strong light flashlight, flying grab, telescope, crowbar, master key, knife, screwdriver, iron plier, camera, windproof lighter and other equipment are all available.

"Okay, it's all OK. You go back first, I'll look for you if you have any questions."

When I returned to school, I put the box in the locker, and there was only one important action left, which was to find out where Situ Moran kept the test papers, and I could only pray that he would not lock it in the safe.

After school at noon, the laborer jumped and found Liao Xuebing in the office. Seeing that other teachers had left, they squeezed into his chair. The chair was not big, and it was just right for him to sit alone. Murong Lanluo squeezed in and sat almost all on his thighs.

"Where do we go to have lunch at noon? We didn't have time to make lunch boxes in the morning." Xiao Lanluo deliberately did not make lunch boxes today, and wanted to go to the restaurant with Lao Liao and the others to let Bei Xiaodan see it.

"Go to the restaurant on the second floor. I have two friends to come to see me, so I have to take care of their meals."

"Okay, huh, what are you pushing my ass?"

"It seems like a lighter, I always keep it in my trouser pocket." Old Liao was sweating profusely. The office was in a suspicious place. If it was caught by Qiu Daqi, who was resentful, it would be a dead end. So he said seriously: "Where is Murong? This is a school, not at home."

Murong Lanluo was too lazy to pay attention to him and smiled and said, "Why do you think you are going to the beachfront vacation? What kind of swimsuit is better to wear?"

"This issue will be studied carefully after returning home."

The function of Gotupiao Astronomy is still very powerful. His personal information is found in the school database. Although it is not very detailed, you can take a look at it at some point." He handed his phone to Liao Xuebing: "All the things you can find are downloaded inside."

Situ Moran, male, 53 years old, participated in the establishment of Tulip High School seventeen years ago and became a veteran of the school. He has been working until now. His home address has been relocated twice. He currently lives in Binhai Road, with a son and a daughter on his shoulder. His wife was a chemistry experimenter at the school and has retired due to physical reasons. Every morning, he rode a bicycle to the school for half an hour. Except for holidays, rain and hail, he has never stopped for 17 years. Life is simple and there is little extra expense. His colleagues never attend weekend gatherings. It turned out that he was a Chinese teacher. He had won two outstanding teachers' selections and retreated from the front line after becoming the Minister of the Teaching Department.

A student once mentioned him in an essay, saying that once in the New Year, his classmates raised money to buy gifts and visited him, but were politely declined.

Liao Xuebing was shocked: In a school like Tulip High School, it must be amazing that students can visit teachers with them. I have worked for more than a month and visited my home many times. No student has ever brought a gift to me to thank me.

It can be imagined that a teacher who is old-fashioned but full of love for students is so rare and precious in this era. He may have scolded a troublemaker and invited him to have dinner at home after loudly scolding a troublemaker. He may have punished a student to copy the text ten times before talking about his ideals in life with him. When he found that a student cheated on the exam, he kept silly covering up his mistakes, and then waited for the exam to end before criticizing his faults.

"Good guy, it turns out that the school is a crouching tiger and hidden dragon." He instructed Yanjiu and the one-eyed dragon: "You two go back first to prepare for the order, we will have important actions tonight."

"What kind of action, I'll go with you too." Murong Lanluo said.

Yanjiu smiled all over his face: "Little sister, what's your name? Brother buys candy for you to eat."

"Uncle, you should save some money to save it for your old age. Be careful that you don't have an asshole for giving birth to a child, and no one will take care of you in the hospital bed in the future."

Yanjiu was shocked: "Brother Bing, your student is so fierce."

Murong Lanluo hugged Liao Xuebing's hand and gave him a blank look. Old Liao hurriedly persuaded her to return to the dormitory to rest.

At this time, a message was played in the restaurant: "Dofu Media Film and Television Company merged with Yintian Entertainment, and Ji Wensheng held a press conference to answer everyone's questions, but there was no sight of Mr. Lao, the president of Yintian Entertainment, and Mr. Ji did not explain any of the matter."

Yan Jiuqi said: "Why did the press conference even hold? This is a big deal."

"I understand. His son is still in the hands of his brother. I guess he wants to release some kindness and ask us to return his son to him. OK, I'm not afraid of him being foolish." Liao Xuebing was confident that he defeated the powerful man with one force, and was not afraid of what tricks Ji Wensheng could do. Otherwise, how could he say that since there was a first kidnapping and hostage, how could you be wary of the second time? Isn't it easy to deal with you?

Call Nandi: "Thank you all this time, I blinded Ji Changfa and drove a broken van to the city center garden and threw it down."

After all the explanations came, he went back to the teacher's dormitory building to knock on Situ's silent door, but the door was not opened. A person passing by said, "Let's look for Minister Situ, right? He has never had the habit of taking a nap, and he must be still in the office at this time."

Liao Xuebing hurriedly grabbed the man: "You must be very familiar with Minister Situ, right? What does he like to do in the office at noon? Will I disturb him when I go to see him now?"

The man pulled his hand away: "It's not very clear. Most of the time I'm correcting documents. Sometimes I'll look for someone to play Go or ask students to talk to you. If you really have something to do, he will welcome you. If nothing happens, he will never pay attention to you."

"Oh, I understand, thank you very much."

I found a book on student discipline, modified some of the contents, put it in my arms and went up to the third floor, touched the office of the Minister of Education, knocked on the door and opened the door and entered.

The layout of the office is similar to that of Gong Xuelin's room, but the decorative styles of the two are slightly different. Gong Xuelin is simple and bright, while Situ Moran is relatively old, with a large desk, two large chairs, and cabinets on both sides of the walls, divided into a small grid, labeled, and filled with all the student files for the past seventeen years. The cabinet is made of fir, the paint has begun to peel off, and the color of the wood is no longer bright, but has turned dark brown. Obviously it has a certain history.

The only thing that shows the owner's personality is that a yellowed chess score with cracked corners nailed to the edge of a blank wall beside the window, and the three seal characters "Liu Keju" are written in a brush below.

The afternoon sun is warm and comfortable. The windows shine the interior very brightly, and the flying dust can be seen in the leaping light. This is the only office in the entire office building that has an electric fan on the ceiling and boils water with an electric kettle. It is not that it is so privileged. Other offices have already installed more advanced heating, cooling, air conditioners and water dispensers. Similarly, there are no sofas and carpets, and there are no famous oil paintings. Compared with the luxurious principal, the office is a world of difference, and the difference is between clouds and mud.

The big chair behind the desk made a slap sound. A man wearing reading glasses leaned comfortably on it and was shaking it. He was holding a comic book in his hand. There were no wrinkles on his face, but his hair had begun to turn gray. It is said internationally that fifty-three years old can be considered a prime age and a strong young man. But look at this old guy, and I found a pleasant face from reading. The feeling of fatigue that only the old man could feel.

"Hello, Minister Situ, my name is Liao Xuebing, and I am the head teacher of Class 2 of Year 2."
Chapter completed!